Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 661

Chad was ready to playfully accuse Molly of some minor mischief, inching closer to what he called the "tip of the iceberg." Molly, wrapped tightly in her quilt, immediately propped herself up in bed, her voice muffled and panicked, "It wasn't me who did it."

From inside her quilt fortress, Molly's words came out in muffled protests.

Chad, undeterred, leaned over her, his hand sneaking under the quilt, moving slowly from her stomach upwards. "Chad, where do you think you're touching!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of alarm and laughter.

Trapped under the quilt and Chad's playful weight, Molly couldn't help but abandon her denials. She felt pinned, her soft front pressed down, as she protested, "Chad, get your hand out, now." Molly's movements were restricted, her leverage gone.

Chad flipped the quilt aside, tossing it off the bed.

The red quilt, a symbol of their love and union, fell onto the sleek, hardwood floor. Underneath, Molly's nightdress was hiked up to her waist, Chad's presence overwhelming like a mountain.

Molly tried to push herself up in a push-up stance, but her slender arms and legs weren't helping her rise. Instead, they seemed to intrigue Chad even further.

Feeling the change in Chad's breath on her neck, Molly, new to the experiences of womanhood since last night, knew something was amiss but couldn't place what.

Frozen, she dared not move. She tried to keep her breathing steady, aware now of Chad's predatory gaze, him being the wolf in the forest, and herself, the startled rabbit in his sights. Chad, from behind, took in every detail of Molly.

Their proximity allowed him to catch her scent, driving him almost to the point of no return.

Molly, lying beneath him, felt his hand pressing down on her chest, "Chad, remember what you promised this morning, that you wouldn't push things today," she said, her voice trembling.

But it seemed Chad wasn't listening. His free hand began to trace her neck, his touch both threatening and strangely comforting, his calloused hand gently caressing her skin, turning it a blushing shade of pink.

The red robe clung to Molly, as Chad's hands pulled it down, revealing her delicate back.

Molly's voice turned unrecognizable with nervousness, "Chad, you promised today would be the last time, let me..." She couldn't finish her sentence, her body trembling as she felt his warm breath on her shoulder and back. Biting her lower lip, she tried to suppress any sounds that might escape her.

One shoulder of the dress slipped down, the other soon to follow, leaving her nightdress bunched around her waist.

The situation spiraled beyond Molly's control, but then Chad gave her a chance to turn over.

"Molly, shh, don't talk," Chad silenced her protests with a kiss, his movements restless.

The bed, devoid of any barriers, facilitated Chad's advances, the nightdress discarded on the floor, leaving a vast space for their tangled forms.

Molly's protests faded into soft whimpers, her confusion and cries drowned by deeper penetrations and more fervent thrusts.

Men's promises, she realized, were not to be trusted.

Exhausted, Molly laid there like a fish on a cutting board, too tired to even speak, her legs giving out, losing track of time until Chad finally came back to his senses, giving her a moment to breathe.

Chad picked up the quilt from the floor, tossing the nightdress aside for good. "Wearing it is just in the way; you won't need it anymore."

While on her, Chad admired Molly's teeth, noting one in particular, "That's the one that bit my medal. Molly, you need to be punished."

Molly, weak and breathy, asked, "Which one?"

Chad answered with a kiss, his tongue skillfully pointing out the offending tooth.

Later, as they prepared to sleep, nearing one in the morning, Molly insisted on setting boundaries, which only delayed turning off the lights by another half hour.

This time, Molly dared not suggest any boundaries.

She reminisced about the times before their relationship became physical, when Chad, despite his teasing, respected her wishes. Now, his more domineering side was evident.

"Molly, are you asleep?" Chad asked late at night, his hand replaceing her waist. Molly closed her eyes tighter, feigning sleep.

Chad got up, and Molly peeked, knowing her position was precarious.

Chad had the whole holiday ahead, and with no family around, Molly felt alone. Her attempts at refusal or resistance were effortlessly ignored by Chad, making her envy her friend Mia, whose self-defense skills seemed to enhance her relationship harmony. Resolved, Molly decided, come morning, she would go back to her parents' house, no matter how tired she was.

Then, a second later.

"Is that Juliana calling?"

Hearing Juliana's name, Molly immediately sat up, no longer pretending to sleep, "Babe, who is it?"

Chad, sitting beside her, continued the phone call, "I'm bringing Molly with me; we'll leave tonight and should arrive by dawn."

"Babe, what happened? Is it your mom?"

Molly was never one to fret over much, but if there was one thing that kept her up at night, it was the thought of something happening to her mom.

"No, no," Chad reassured her, pressing the phone to Molly's ear. "Hello?"

Hearing her daughter's concern, Coleen couldn't help but chuckle warmly, "Molly, don't you worry about me. It's your Grandpa, all worked up and threatening to cut ties with Juliana. As for me, I'm as happy as a clam. Let the Byrne family sort out their own mess. It's their circus, not ours. Let's you and me not get dragged into it, okay?"